Mistakenly Connected to the Jade Flower Branch

Luo An took out a blue-and-white porcelain bottle, about the size of a rouge box, from the drawer.

Nianyao said, "You still use this kind of thing?"

Luo An unscrewed the cap and held it to her nose; the aroma of medicine filled the air: "Muscle Regeneration Ointment."

Nianyao felt inexplicably nervous: "Where will it be used?"

Luo An asked, "Where does it hurt?"

Nianyao said, "My whole body aches."

Luo An made a move to stand up: "This bottle isn't enough. There are more in Nanyuan, I'll go get them."

Nianyao pulled him back: "No need, there's no wound. It's just soreness."

Luo An smiled at her, his eyes...

Nianyao pulled the blanket over herself, her gaze wandering.

Luo An put the medicine in her hand and took off his clothes.

Nianyao turned her face away, her voice trembling, "What...are you doing?"

Luo An lay face down on the bed, shirtless, with red marks of varying shades on his back: "What are you thinking about? Help me apply the medicine."

What is this? Nianyao didn't dare to ask, her hands trembling as she applied the medicine, her voice trembling as she said, "It's done."

Luo An took the medicine bottle: "Can you massage my shoulders and back?"

Nianyao obediently replied, "Yes, I used to massage my dad all the time."

Luo An said, "Sit up and massage me, it hurts."

Nianyao obediently straddled his waist and hips, and he massaged her from his shoulders to his back to his waist with great force.

Luo An sighed with satisfaction: "Great skills, my wife is amazing."

Having received praise, Nianyao dared not be arrogant and became even more honest.

His hand ached from massaging her for so long. Luo An, estimating the time, gently lifted her waist and turned her over.

The two faced each other, and Nianyao was so embarrassed that her toes twitched. Her face flushed, she tried to get up, but stopped abruptly when she glanced at his chest. There were only red marks on his back; it was a genuine abrasion, and it must have hurt a lot.

It could only have been her; Luo An couldn't even reach it to bite. Nian Yao disregarded everything else and carefully applied medicine to his wounds, leaving no spot untouched.

The atmosphere in the room became strange. Nianyao looked up and saw Luo An's dark eyes.

Startled, Nianyao rolled over, but Luo An pulled her, only managing to grab her waist. She fell to the ground with a thud, unable to move.

Luo An asked, "What's wrong? Did you twist your back?"

Nianyao nodded, looking pitiful: "Yeah, this bed is bad luck for us. Do we need acupuncture?"

Luo An carried her to the bed and laid her down, his voice tinged with amusement: "It doesn't hurt."

Nianyao said, "I know, but I'm still scared. Don't laugh at me."

Luo An coughed and said, "Let me rub it for you."

Nianyao said, "Will rubbing it make it better? Why did you prick me last time?"

Luo An said, "Uh... last time we weren't close enough for me to massage your back."

Nianyao suspected, "You stabbed me on purpose, didn't you?"

Luo An said seriously, "No. There are several types of back sprains. One is a muscle sprain, another is a lumbar ligament sprain, and yet another is..."

Nianyao wasn't interested in these medical theories: "I believe you, you can massage it."

Luo An lay down next to her, put his arm around her shoulder and gently massaged her, his smile still lingering.

Nianyao said, "What are you laughing at? Are you happy that I twisted my ankle?"

Luo An applied moderate pressure, and Nian Yao's body shuddered slightly, probably from hitting an acupoint. He changed the subject: "Feeling better?"

Nianyao moved slightly and praised, "Okay, you're really good."

Luo An smiled again: "I'm so happy that my wife praised me."

Nianyao looked up at him: Huh? When did she snuggle into Luo An's arms? Luo An isn't even dressed yet.

Luo An seemed oblivious, one hand on her shoulder and the other on her waist. Seeing her in a daze, he lowered his head and kissed her: "Let me massage your back. I'm a doctor, my skills are no worse than yours."

Nianyao stared at him, suddenly realizing she was being ungrateful.

They were a proper married couple who had gone through a proper wedding ceremony and consummated their marriage. It was she who initiated the sexual encounter. Since Luo An didn't mind, why was she pretending?

Luo An tilted his head slightly: "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Nianyao said, "Okay, you can massage me."

Luo An turned his back to her, refusing to look at her: "Take everything off. Your whole body aches, I'll massage it for you."

Luo An acted like a gentleman, and Nian Yao didn't hesitate either. Wearing only a bodice and underwear, she lay face down on the bed: "Alright."

Luo An sat beside her and pressed down on her from her shoulders and neck to her back, waist, thighs, and calves. He understood the body's meridians and acupoints, unlike her who relied solely on her senses.

As the soreness subsided, Nianyao's eyelids grew heavy. Luo An loosened her waistband and pulled her panties down with the massage.

He took the skin-regenerating ointment from the cabinet, applied it to his fingers, and then reached inside to apply the ointment to her skin.

The cooling medicine stimulated Nianyao. She instinctively recoiled, jolting awake from her daze: "What are you doing?"

Luo An struggled to pull his hand away, placed the medicine bottle back on the cabinet, and said in an unsteady voice, "Apply the medicine."

He shook off the blanket, pulled Nianyao into his arms, and pressed her against his chest: "Go to sleep."

Nianyao was wide awake. Last night she was drunk and only remembered things, but this time it was real.

Luo An's breathing was a little heavy. He got up and put on his undergarments, then casually tossed her clothes over: "Put these on."

Luo An looked unwell, and Nian Yao didn't dare to speak.

Nianyao felt uncomfortable somewhere and squirmed in his arms, reaching out to touch it.

When she realized something was wrong and tried to let go, Luo An grabbed her hand and reached inside her clothes.

Nianyao froze, barely daring to breathe. Luo An, panting heavily, coaxed her, "You're injured, you're in a bad mood, I won't touch you... Be good, listen to me..."

Of course I'll obey. Nianyao softened slowly; what's wrong with that?

Nanfei usually loved to sleep in late, and he was sleeping soundly right now. The Jiangnan region was good for one's health, and he became even more radiant and handsome.

Yuan Feng grew happier the more she looked at him, and lowered her head to kiss him. Nan Fei mumbled in confusion, "Ah Feng."

It's Ah Feng! Not Chunhua, Qiuyue, Wenjun, or Zhujun...

Yuan Feng tiptoed into the small hall and saw the box in the corner.

The seven-day mourning period has long passed, so change your clothes. Everyone knows about their marriage, and Nanfei hasn't even worn wedding attire yet.

Yuan Feng opened the box and shook out the clothes. There was only one set of men's clothing; where were the women's clothes?

While Yuan Feng was sitting in the small hall lost in thought, she stepped on something.

She bent down, lifted the tablecloth, and picked up the book. Thinking of the panic when Nanfei was discovered yesterday, she couldn't help but smile: It's already very good, what's there to worry about?

Yuan Feng casually flipped through the book and found a neatly folded piece of paper tucked inside. She thought to herself, "A young girl's love poem tucked in a book like this?"

The book inside contained the prescription Luo An had given her, a book she had bought while shopping for medicine yesterday.

Yuan Feng glanced at the folded document, then, realizing something was amiss, opened it again for a closer look: one qian of Sichuan lovage rhizome, one qian of angelica root, one qian of white peony root, one qian of prepared rehmannia root... five fen of cinnamon, five fen of schisandra fruit, three slices of ginger, two jujubes, with the consumable chamber as a guide.

Xu Sheng leaned against a pillar in the tea room, watching Yuan Feng approach. Xu Sheng deliberately looked back and smiled, "General Yuan, you have good stamina."

"After all, there are quite a few perverted people in the world," and this person is one of them. Yuan Feng said, "Your Highness, why don't you sleep at night and eavesdrop? Your hobby is truly peculiar?"

Xu Sheng said, "General Yuan shouldn't wrong an innocent person. I didn't see anything, unlike General Yuan who can teach me on the spot."

Yuan Feng considered herself to be thick-skinned, but compared to Xu Sheng, it was like comparing a leaky thatched hut to an impregnable fortress.